A Poem - Smuggled From Prison ... No Less ...

[Penn State Observer]

“Call Me Lusty”
-- By Jerry Sandusky



Porked my wife off and on for many a year,

Ne’re once suspecting that I might well be queer.

But once her twat started smellin’ sardine-y

I sensed my psyche was turning somewhat queeny.



And beings’ I had access to young boys’ asses,

I knew I’d soon be plowing greener grasses.

And what better place to pop my prostate’s power

Than in the sweaty sloppiness of our athlete’s shower!



So armed with stealth and avuncular suasion,

I seduced pre-pubescent lads on opportune occasions.

Perhaps thirty hairless heinies felt the thrust of my prick,

And a like number of lips laved and sucked that dick.



Ol’ Joe, I’m convinced, knew what was goin’ down,

But he never so much evinced so much as a frown.

I’m surprised I got to ream so many virgin ‘buds,

But, of course, each o’ the boys became grown studs.



Snitchers got me nailed for my longtime pedo actions,

And finally put an end to my sordid malefactions.

So here I am, jailed, in solitary reflection,

Proding my 68-year-old prick into half-hard erections.


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[Gov. Jeb Bush]

My brother George and I find Sandusky to be quite the talented poet!

And, unlike Mitt Romney, to his credit, Jerry is honest about what
went down.

Hard not to like this guy.